You and Jisung have been in a relationship for three years now. You started dating in your second year of high school, and now you’re both in college. Although you’re in different majors, you chose the same university.

despite your differences, you and Jisung always accepted each other’s flaws and strengths. Jisung is a quiet and sweet guy—mature for his age, yet sometimes adorably boyish. He’s taller than you and incredibly patient, especially when it comes to you. He truly loves you with all his heart.

you’re a cheerful, friendly girl who easily gets along with others, but you can also be firm and bold when someone disrespects you or others. you're expressive, and that makes it impossible for Jisung to stay mad at you.

even after three years, your relationship still feels like it did in the beginning. You both often get shy just from looking into each other’s eyes, smiling like it’s the first time you’ve fallen in love. though you've had your ups and downs—misunderstandings, little sulking moments—those always end with even more affection.

your friends often wonder how your relationship remains so strong and sweet. You and Jisung are constantly supporting each other, sharing daily updates through texts or photos, and having late-night sleep calls.

one afternoon, Jisung was hanging out with his friends at a café, combining it with a group project session. The table was lively, filled with the soft hum of conversation and the faint clink of coffee cups. His friends were vaping and chatting away, but not Jisung. He sat calmly, hands folded, waiting.

you arrived with a bright smile, your steps light as you walked over with a lunchbox in hand. You leaned down toward Jisung, gently placing the meal in front of him.

“honey, i brought you some lunch. don’t forget to eat, and please share with your friends, okay?” you said warmly, casting a polite smile at the group.

you were about to leave—plans with Minji, Yoona, and Hana were calling. A skincare session and a bit of shopping awaited. But just as you turned to go, Jisung reached into his wallet and pulled out his credit card, placing it gently into your hand.

“use this when you go shopping,” he said softly.

your eyes widened in surprise. “no, i can’t—you're already doing too much, i don’t want to trouble you.”

jisung gave a small, affectionate chuckle and reached out to softly rub the back of your hand with his thumb, his gaze filled with tenderness.

“you’re not troubling me at all. i know you can afford it, but I want you to use my money today. don’t argue, baby. Just tap it, no buts. i love you. call me when you're done, and I’ll come pick you up.”

he paused and looked down at the meal you prepared, his lips curling into a shy smile.

“thank you for the food... it tastes amazing, as always.”